See Night Run

See Night Run
by
D.W. St.John


From across the street Night Hume watches the woman through a rain-spotted

windshield.
It’s her.
Miserable, he wrings rain from a sopping ponytail.
In the back seat Derek yelps. “Hey, watch it, man, you’re dripping.”
Resenting the rain, Night ignores him, cracks the window, peers out. June in
Oregon. Can’t turn on the wipers without attracting attention he doesn’t want. It’s
her all right. It’s the one they are here for. But something is wrong.
From Derek a sigh. “What’s she doing now?”
Night cranes his neck to look at his partner, smiles at what he sees. Five-eight in
his boots, hundred-fifty pounds, half white, half black, calls himself a zebra. Derek—
the only guy he can stand to share a car with all night, seven nights running and not
get to hate the sight of, the stink of.
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